Not So Funny

I feel
So alone
In a room
Full a people.
A class
Full of peers.
The house
I call home.
No one understands
The pain
I hold inside.
It's come to a point
Where I can't
Even cry.

You think
You know me,
But really,
You don't.
I believe
I was born
To be alone.
Everyone loves me,
Yet I don't feel the love.
Everyone adores me,
Because I'm a lot of fun.

Do you not see,
It's all a joke!
You don't really care!
You don't care at all!
It was only a façade
For sake of my family.
No one could really handle
Me at my worst.
Ah, you must go now,
For worst is soon to come.
I hope you see,
I'm not all fun.

Millie J. Skosher